Bruce Springsteen - Magic Lyrics

Bruce Springsteen
Magic
Magic
I got a coin in my palm
I can make it disappear
I got a card up my sleeve
Name it and Iâ€™ll pull it out your ear
I got a rabbit in my hat
If you wanna come and see
This is what weâ€™ll be
This is what weâ€™ll be

I got shackles on my wrists
Soon Iâ€™ll slip and Iâ€™ll be gone
Chain me in a box in the river
And Rising in the Sun
Trust none of what you hear
And less of what you see
This is what weâ€™ll be
This is what weâ€™ll be
I got a shiny saw blade
All I needâ€™s a volunteer
Iâ€™ll cut you in half
While your smilinâ€™ at me
And the freedom that your songs
Drifting like a ghost amongst the trees
This is what weâ€™ll be
This is what weâ€™ll be

Now thereâ€™s a fire down below
But itâ€™s coming up here
So leave everything you know
Carry only what you feel
On the road the sun is sinkinâ€™ low
Sombodyâ€™s hanging in the trees
This is what weâ€™ll be
This is what weâ€™ll be